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Family Night Ch. 01

By: sawandsword



Friday Night was supposed to be family night for the Howard Family. Forty year old Lorraine had started the tradition a few years earlier, in an effort to keep her Husband, Frank from getting drunk like he did every other night.

Unfortunately it never worked out that way.

Frank, her husband of twenty years, was a full blown alcoholic. He would be sober when he got home from work, but as soon as dinner was eaten, Frank would head for the liquor cabinet, grab a bottle of whiskey, and then drink himself into oblivion. Sometimes he would skip dinner, and begin drinking as soon as he got home. He had been doing this for over ten years.

Lorraine hated that her husband drank so much. 

His drinking was affecting every part of their lives. Frank had lost interest in his family and friends. He was starting to leave work early on Fridays so he could spend more time hiding in his bottle. 

To make matters worse, with the exception of a rare drunken screw, which gave Lorraine no pleasure, Frank hadn't touched his wife sexually in almost ten years. Over the last couple of years even the alcohol induced sex had stopped. 

The lonely housewife had tried everything she could think of to keep her husband from drinking. She had tried to get her husband to attend AA meetings. She had asked his buddies to talk to him. She even threatened to leave him if he didn't give up the booze.

But he would get drunk anyway.

Lorraine and her eighteen year old son, Mitch, would end up finishing family night alone, as Frank headed off to bed to pass out.

This night however, Lorraine had a plan that she hoped would work. She intended to use her body to seduce her husband, in an attempt to keep his mind off the booze.

The plan for this family night was to watch a movie together.

Mitch usually sat with his mother on the couch, when they watched television, while Frank sat in his recliner and drank straight out of the bottle. This evening, however, Lorraine asked Frank to lie on the sofa with her during the movie. She also asked him not to start drinking until after the movie was over.

He reluctantly agreed.

Lorraine had spread out a blanket on the sofa for them to lie under, so they could snuggle, while they watched the movie. She intended to dress in one of her long shirts that she wore to bed. Only this time she was going to leave her panties in the bedroom. 

Her husband would feel her bottom pressing against his cock as they watched a movie. With her body to keep Frank occupied, Lorraine hoped her husband would forget about the booze for one night. Besides, she desperately needed to be made love to. She was extremely horny.

Of course, the biggest risk of being playful with her husband during the movie was having her son discover what they were doing under the covers.

That's why she chose an action movie.

Hopefully Mitch would be so engrossed in the movie that he wouldn't notice that his parents were subtly playing with one another under the blankets. Once the movie was over, she planned to turn in with her husband for a night of passion.

Lorraine knew it was a futile plan, and it probably wouldn't keep her husband away from the booze; but she had run out of ideas. 

Of course, Mitch would feel left out since he usually sat on the couch with his mother.

But that was something she would have to deal with later. Lorraine loved her son deeply, and she knew he loved her just as much. 

Mitch was always attentive to her needs.

She enjoyed the time she spent with hr son. 

But Mitch wasn't a substitute for her husband. 

And the forty year old wife and mother wanted her husband to sober up and begin treating her like a woman like he used to.

Mitch was a handsome young man who went out of his way to make her feel like a woman. He would spend hours with her, most every night. Most eighteen year olds wouldn't do that for their mother, but Mitch loved his mother deeply.

Frank, on the other hand, spent his evenings ignoring Lorraine as he drank himself into oblivion.

Mitch had always felt that his mother was too good for his drunken father. The lad felt that she was more deserving of a man like himself. He knew it was considered taboo to have these kinds of feelings about the woman who had given birth to him, but Mitch had wanted his mother as his own for as long as he could remember.

Mitch frequently told his mother that he loved her and he wished she was his wife.

Lorraine would hug her son and tell him that she was very flattered, but if she was his wife, she wouldn't be his mother. 

Mitch would often sit with his mother on the couch with his arm around her shoulders while they watched a movie.

Lorraine would lean against her son, enjoying the attention her son gave her. 

But still, Mitch was her son, not her husband. 

Frank was glad that he didn't have to sit with his wife, so he could drink his whiskey in peace. He still loved Lorraine, but he wasn't in love with her.

The booze had gradually replaced his wife as his lover.

On Mitch's eighteenth birthday, Frank told his son to be a good son and make his mother feel like a woman.

Frank was drunk out of his mind when he told his son that. The next day, he didn't remember having the conversation with his son.

Mitch, however, remembered every word of his father's instructions. He had no problem with fulfilling the request. He took his father's instructions as opportunity to become the man in her life. From that day on, the young man went out of his way to make his mother feel extra special. He asked his mother if he could continue living there, instead of getting a place of his own.

Lorraine knew she really should make her son get a place of his own so he could begin his life as an adult, but once he moved out, her loneliness would become even stronger. So in desperation she agreed.

On the fateful Friday, that would forever change Lorraine's life, Frank had gotten home from work about an hour earlier before he was supposed to. He told his boss he wasn't feeling well, and needed to go home early.

His boss knew Frank had a drinking problem, and he wanted to go home so he could drink. But Frank was a hard worker; and he usually only left work early on Fridays, so he let him go. 

Lorraine knew why her husband had left work early. She was in for an uphill battle to keep him from drinking. So she used that extra time before Mitch got home from work to speak with her husband about her plan to stretch out on the couch together.

Frank looked like he would rather be somewhere else, but he reluctantly agreed to her plan. The truth is he wanted to begin his weekend of drinking early. He had stopped at the liquor store on the way home, and bought a couple of extra bottles for the weekend, so he could drink until he went back to work on Monday. 

Mitch arrived home from work an hour and forty five minutes later. He noticed the blanket lying on the couch. He figured this was another attempt by his mom to keep his dad from drinking. 

"This is not going to work," he muttered to himself as he looked at the blanket. He knew the blanket wouldn't get used. 

His dad would grab a fifth of whiskey and park himself in the recliner like usual, and drink until he was ready to go to bed.

Mitch knew he needed to work harder this night to make his mom feel extra special. He decided that if his dad didn't lie on the couch with his mom during the movie, he would. He would make sure his mother felt loved and wanted.

Mitch showered and changed into a T shirt and boxers like he did every family night and was sitting in the living room talking to his father.

Lorraine was busy loading the dish washer. She put in the final glass, and then poured in the dish washing powder. After closing the door, and starting the machine, she ran up the back stairs to her bedroom. She grabbed one of the knee length shirts she slept in, and then quickly peeled off her clothes. She then slipped the shirt on. As planned, she removed her panties so that her husband would feel her bare bottom through the thin cotton shirt. Lorraine felt kind of naughty knowing she wouldn't be wearing panties in her husband and son's presence. She just hoped Mitch wouldn't become aware of her lack of underwear. 

The thought that her eighteen, almost nineteen year old son might realize she was naked under her shirt would be embarrassing. 

But Lorraine was willing to take the risk if Frank would pay attention to her for once, instead of spending his time getting drunk.

She checked herself in the mirror to make sure nothing showed through the thin shirt. Her thick nipples stuck out against the thin material. 

Mitch had seen his mother's heavy breasts through her nightshirt numerous times before, so she never worried about him seeing her nipples through her sleeping shirt. Lorraine grabbed up her perfume bottle and sprayed a small amount on the sides of her throat.

She then headed downstairs. 

As she entered the living room, her heart sank.

Frank was sitting in the recliner, holding a fifth of whiskey. He had started drinking already, even though he said he wouldn't. He refused to look at his wife, knowing he'd broken his promise not to start drinking until after the movie was over.

Mitch was reclining on the couch. He was covered with the blanket. He gazed up at his mother. He immediately noticed her thick nipples sticking out through her shirt. Then he noticed her lack of panties as the lamp that sat on the table behind her illuminated her crotch. Mitch had no doubt that his mom had removed her panties because she wanted his dad to have sex with her. His cock twitched. "Which movie do you want to watch tonight, Mom?" The young man asked, as he struggled to keep from staring at her crotch.

Lorraine hid her disappointment. She feigned a smile, and said, "It doesn't matter. We can watch whatever you want." It really didn't matter to Lorraine since her plan to keep Frank from drinking had just gone out the window.

"I recorded a good movie earlier this week. It's a romantic comedy."

"Mitch, you hate romantic comedies," Lorraine replied.

"So, you like them. Besides, this movie isn't too bad."

A sigh escaped her lips. "Sure sweetie, we can watch the movie."

Lorraine waited for her son to sit up.

However, instead of sitting up, he simply pulled the blanket back for his mother.

Lorraine, feeling defeated by her husband's drinking, resigned herself to another night of family time with her son. She stretched out on the sofa, in front of Mitch, with her back to him.

Mitch caught a whiff of her perfume. He subtly breathed in her fragrance. The young man draped the blanket over his mom's body. He then grabbed the remote and hit play.

Lorraine half lay, half reclined in front of Mitch as the movie started. Aware of her nudity beneath her shirt, she was careful not to lean too far back against her son.

Frank sat in the recliner, taking slugs from the whiskey bottle.

Mitch laid the remote on the end table, and then slid farther back into the couch. He was propped up on his right elbow so he could watch the movie over the top of his mother's head. He continued to breathe in the scent of her perfume.

The opening credits began.

Lorraine instantly recognized the movie. It was one of her favorites. 

As the movie started, Lorraine began to feel like she was going to slide off the couch onto the floor.

She had tried to recline so her bottom wasn't pressed against her son's torso, but this didn't leave enough room for her to be comfortable.

Sensing his mother's discomfort, Mitch leaned close and whispered, "You can scoot back if you want," into her ear.

Lorraine wasn't sure she should, but she had no other choice. She scooted back until her back was pressed against her son's T shirt clad chest. This also placed her round bottom against his boxer covered pelvis. Lorraine hoped that her son didn't notice she wasn't wearing panties. 

Mitch could feel his mother's round bottom pressing against his semi flaccid dick.

The feel of her soft, round bottom against his pelvis was pure ecstasy to the young man. 

Frank, of course was only interested in getting drunk.

Mitch slid his blanket covered left arm around his mom's waist. He then kissed his mother on the back of her head. "I love you," he softly whispered into her ear. "You smell wonderful."

Lorraine patted Mitch's hand. "I love you too. And thank you for noticing," she whispered back. She was glad that someone had noticed, even if it was her son. 

Frank sat in the recliner drinking from the bottle.

When Frank had gone to the refrigerator to get his bottle earlier, and then plopped down in the recliner, Mitch knew he had his work cut out for him to make his mother feel extra special. He knew she hadn't felt like a beautiful woman in a very long time. Mitch was determined to make his mom feel like she was the loveliest and most special woman on the planet.

He climbed under the blanket and waited for her to come down. But when he saw she wasn't wearing any panties, other thoughts began forming in his horny young mind. At that moment Mitch decided his beautiful mother needed to feel like a sexy woman again, instead of the wife of a drunk.

She needed a man to satisfy her sexual needs.

And Mitch was going to make sure his mother's needs were met, no matter what.

As the movie progressed, Frank began to get drunk. Soon his eyes began to glaze over.

Lorraine tried to enjoy the movie, but she kept glancing at her husband. She could feel the palm of Mitch's left hand against her stomach. Lorraine could also feel her son's flaccid penis resting against her bottom. She hoped he couldn't tell that she wasn't wearing panties.

Mitch inhaled the scent of his mother's perfume again. 

Her scent was intoxicating to him. 

The young man wanted nothing more than to make his mother feel like the sexy, desirable woman she is. He made a decision that he knew could destroy her trust in him. But his mother needed to feel like something other than the wife of a drunk. Making small circles with his hand, Mitch began to softly caress his mom's stomach through the thin material of her cotton shirt. 

Lorraine was immediately comforted by her son's gentle caresses. She could always count on her boy to make her feel special.

As the eighteen year old stroked his mother's stomach, his dick began to thicken in his boxers. 

Lorraine could feel her son's semi erect penis as it pushed against her shirt covered butt crack. She was surprised that her son's penis was getting hard against her bottom. She quickly told herself that it wasn't Mitch's fault. The touch of her thinly covered bottom against his pelvis was causing her son to get an erection. 

It was just an involuntary reaction caused by the contact of his pelvis and her bottom, and nothing more.

Lorraine decided to ignore it. But ignoring the thickening pole that was pressed against her bottom was not that easy. She could feel it lengthening along her butt crack. Her pussy began to moisten.

Mitch obviously didn't take after his father, because his penis was only semi erect and it was already much bigger than Frank's. 

Frank took another swig of whiskey. He hadn't even bothered to look towards the couch.

As Lorraine struggled to watch the movie, she felt Mitch's hand begin to make bigger circular motions across her stomach. 

He moved his hand slowly, but his hand was definitely moving farther up and down his mom's tummy. Soon his fingers were caressing Lorraine's pelvis through her thin nightshirt.

The forty year old woman was more than a little shocked by her son's touch. She wanted to ask Mitch to stop caressing her, but she didn't want to draw Frank's attention to what was going on. She was sure her son wasn't doing it on purpose, so she remained quiet. 

Besides, a man's touch felt nice to the lonely and unsatisfied woman. Even if that touch was coming from her son.

It had been far too damn long since Frank had given her any attention, and Lorraine craved attention.

As the movie reached the romantic part, Mitch's caresses became bigger. Soon his thumb was touching the underside of Lorraine's right breast.

The pretty housewife began to ask herself if Mitch's actions truly were accidental.

Could he be using the cover as an excuse to feel her up?

Lorraine knew the idea was crazy. After all, she is his mother.

Then the tip of Mitch's middle finger caressed her clit through the thin material of her sleeping shirt.

Lorraine stiffened, but she managed to remain quiet. She didn't believe for one second that her son's contact with her clit was an accident. Her son had touched her clitoris on purpose. 

Lorraine glanced over at her husband.

He had tipped the bottle up and was taking another drink.

Mitch's hand moved up her stomach, until it came into contact with his mom's right breast. Only this time he let his fingers slide up to brush across her right nipple.

Even though she was in shock from her son's bold move, Lorraine managed to force herself not to react. She didn't want to draw Frank's attention to what was going on. However, her nipple did react. It grew hard against her son's touch.

Mitch smiled inwardly as he stimulated his mother's nipple. He could tell from her reaction that she was shocked. But he could tell by the way her nipple hardened to his touch that she was excited. He made small circles around his mother's nipple with his middle finger.

Lorraine squirmed slightly as her son stimulated her sensitive nipple. Her nipples have always been a weakness to her.

Frank used to drive her crazy simply by caressing her buds.

After several minutes of stimulation, Mitch slid his hand down his mother's stomach to her clit. He repeatedly caressed his mother's torso, from her sensitive right nipple, to her clit.

Lorraine couldn't believe her son was doing this to her. She knew he had a crush on her, but lots of sons have crushes on their mothers. Quite often, a boy's first crush is his mother.

But Mitch was carrying this too far.

Mitch slid his hand up to Lorraine's right breast again. He gave her breast a gentle squeeze.

Lorraine was in complete and utter disbelief. Her son had just blatantly copped a feel of her breast.

Mitch then slid his hand back down to his mother's clit. Only this time he pressed his middle finger tip against her button. He began to stimulate her clit, causing it to swell with blood.

Lorraine lay there in shock. She couldn't understand why her boy would do something so bold to his own mother with his father sitting five feet away.

Mitch's cock had grown hard against her bottom.

Lorraine felt numb with disbelief. Her son was touching her in a manner that is completely inappropriate. She could feel her son's erection between her butt cheeks. She wanted to jump off the couch, but that action would attract her husband's attention.

In his drunken state, Frank would become violent if he knew what his son was up to. He would most likely beat Mitch to within an inch of his life, and then throw him out.

Lorraine certainly didn't want her son hurt. 

Mitch held his breath as he stimulated his mother's clit. He was taking a huge chance by doing this. But the young man was willing to take the chance if it meant making the woman he loved feel like a woman again. He pushed his pelvis forward, so that his cock was wedged between her butt cheeks.

Lorraine felt the length of her son's erection between her butt cheeks. She couldn't believe that her own son was becoming sexually excited because of their contact. Not knowing what to do, she decided her only option was to lie still and wait for her husband to finish his whiskey. 

He usually headed to bed after emptying the bottle. Once Frank was in bed, she would make Mitch stop, and then scold him for his shocking behavior.


Family Night Ch. 01



She glanced at the liquor bottle.

It was a little more than two thirds full.

Lorraine knew from experience that Frank would take another hour and a half to two hours to finish it. 

And if he decided to get another bottle, he would drink for another hour before finally heading to bed. 

That meant Lorraine would have to endure her son's inappropriate touches for quite some time. She knew she had to figure out a way to make Mitch let go without drawing attention to what was happening. Thinking quickly, she asked, "Frank, would you like a snack?" She asked, hoping Mitch would move his hand before her husband looked at them.

Frank didn't even look their way. "No," he mumbled.

Mitch smiled, knowing his father was too absorbed in his drinking to notice anything else. He could use this time to make his mother feel like a real woman again. He intended to sexually excite her, and then after his dad went to bed, he would make love to her. Mitch continued rubbing his mother's clit, making small circles against her button.

Lorraine's pussy grew even moister as her son stimulated her clit. A small spot appeared on the front of her nightshirt. In spite of the fact that Lorraine was in shock from all this, was becoming sexually excited. She mentally asked herself how she could possibly enjoy being touched like this by the boy she had given birth to.

Mitch continued to stimulate his mother's clit with his powerful finger.

Lorraine was dumbstruck by the fact that she was enjoying the stimulation her son was giving her. She hoped he didn't take this any farther. Yet, her powerful need to be fulfilled sexually caused conflicting feelings to course through her mind and body. 

Mitch slid his fingers between Lorraine's shapely legs. He pressed his middle finger between her shirt covered pussy lips. He slid his finger back and forth between her vaginal lips.

Lorraine's shirt was instantly saturated with her juices. She held her breath as her son rubbed his middle finger between her pussy lips. Her mind was reeling from the stimulation of his thick finger. Her body begged for more.

His finger was buried between her vaginal lips as a callous on his hand rubbed against her clit.

A powerful surge of sexual energy shot through Lorraine's cunt. She forced back a moan that threatened to escape her lips. She was shocked that her own son was fingering her cunt, and even more shocked that his bold action had aroused her. Lorraine was soon fighting between her motherly instincts and her desire to cum. Unable to hold her breath any longer, she forced herself to begin breathing again.

Mitch rubbed his mother's pussy, making her need to cum even stronger.

Lorraine lay there on her side feeling like a wanton slut. She knew she should make Mitch stop, but her desire to cum was just too intense. She involuntarily squirmed against her son, which caused her butt cheeks to rub against her son's cock. Lorraine tried to make her body stop moving, but she was so turned on, she couldn't help herself. Her breathing had become shallow. She kept her eyes on her husband, in case he looked their way. She couldn't believe that Frank was completely oblivious to what was happening five feet away.

Wanting to increase his mom's pleasure, Mitch removed his hand from between her legs. He slowly began to work her night shirt up her long legs.

Lorraine knew what her son was up to, but she didn't know how to stop him without drawing attention to them, so she just stayed still. Her hungry pussy was throbbing with the need to be filled.

Soon the young man had her shirt pulled high enough so he could slip his middle finger between her cunt lips. 

Lorraine didn't even try to resist. She knew he would win anyway, so she allowed him to do what he wanted. She didn't want to draw her husband's attention to what Mitch was doing to her. Besides; her desire to cum was winning out over her desire to stop her son from touching her like this.

Mitch eased his middle finger into his mother's wet pussy until half of his thick digit was inside her. He then began to slowly move his finger in and out of his mother's cunt.

Lorraine gritted her teeth together to keep from moaning with pleasure. She felt humiliated, angry, shocked, and horny all at the same time.

How could her own son do this to her? How could he stick his finger in his mother's pussy while his father sat five feet away?

As the movie played, Mitch rhythmically slid his thick, calloused finger in and out of Lorraine's stimulated cunt. He gently rubbed her vaginal walls, causing her to shudder with excitement.

The forty year old woman tightly squeezed her thighs around her son's hand, hoping he'd take the hint, and remove his hand. She also half hoped he wouldn't. 

Mitch's middle finger was giving her the kind of pleasure that she wanted more than anything. 

But still, he was her son, and this was wrong.

Mitch responded by pushing a second finger into his mother's cunt.

Lorraine now had two of her son's fingers buried in her burning hot pussy. She felt even more confused as her sexual excitement began to grow even stronger. She hadn't been this sexually excited in years.

'He's my son,' she thought, feeling both ashamed and turned on at the same time. 'I shouldn't be feeling like this about my own son.'

Frank took another swig from the bottle. His eyes were directed at the television, even though he wasn't watching it. His vision had already begun to blur.

Lorraine could smell her sexual excitement wafting up from beneath the blanket to her nose. She was terrified that her drunken husband would catch a whiff and begin to grow suspicious.

All Frank smelled was the alcohol he was drinking.

Mitch slid his other arm under the covers, and laid his cheek on the arm of the couch. He pushed his arm beneath his mother's side until his hand and forearm were under the blanket and in front of her tummy. He then slid his hand up and began to caress his mother's ample breasts. 

Lorraine's thoughts and emotions were running wild. She felt like a trapped mouse that was being played with by a cat. She couldn't stop what her son was doing to her without attracting the attention of her husband. She was furious with her son for doing this to her. She was also furious with herself for enjoying it.

Mitch worked a third finger into his mother's cunt.

Lorraine gasped as the third digit was forced into her body.

Frank didn't seem to notice a thing. He just kept drinking from his bottle.

The pretty mother involuntarily rocked her pelvis against her son's fingers. She felt terrible about her actions, but she couldn't help herself.

Mitch knew he was driving his mother wild with lust. He could feel her juices on his fingers, as well as the slow rocking motion of her hips. He felt proud of himself for pleasing his mother sexually. He knew when he started this that she would be shocked at first. But he also knew she needed this more than anything.

Lorraine needed to feel like a beautiful, sexy, desirable woman again.

Mitch stimulated his mother for nearly a half hour. Twice he brought her to the point of orgasm, before stopping. He wanted to drive his mother into a sexual frenzy before he brought her to orgasm.

Lorraine was to the point that she wanted to scream. Yet somehow she stayed quiet. She wasn't sure how much longer she could endure her son's sweet torturous fingers.

Mitch had intended to wait until after his father went to bed, before taking his mother. 

But her bottom rubbing against his cock forced the young man to change his plans. 

What he planned to do was dangerous, but Mitch wanted to feel his cock buried in the body of the woman who had given birth to him eighteen years earlier. 

Mitch slowly eased his fingers out of his mother's throbbing cunt. 

Lorraine felt a sense of relief as her son withdrew his fingers. Yet, she also felt empty as her vaginal walls closed back up. She wanted him to stop, but at the same time, she wanted him to make her cum. She was so conflicted that she wasn't sure how more much of this she could endure.

Mitch slid his left arm behind his mother. He moved his other hand and arm down around her waist. He gripped her tightly so she couldn't get up. He knew she would feel compelled to stop what was about to happen. But he believed with all his heart that his mother wanted and needed this more than anything. He had seen the loneliness in her eyes far too many times.

Lorraine Howard needed to be emotionally and physically satisfied by a man.

And Mitch intended to be the man who satisfied his mother's needs. He withdrew his shaft from between his mother's butt cheeks, and then moved his left hand down her back.

Lorraine's relief began to disappear as she realized her son wasn't letting her go.

He obviously had something else in mind. 

Lorraine waited to see what he intended to do. Then she felt her son's hand brush against the small of her back, and her butt, as he eased his wet fingers down to the hem of her nightshirt. The mortified woman froze as her son lifted the back of her shirt up until her buttocks were exposed. 

Mitch then took his cock out of the slit in his boxers.

Lorraine's shock intensified when she realized that son intended to have sex her. 

Worse still, he intended to have sex with her while his drunken father was sitting five feet away.

Lorraine knew she couldn't allow this. 

Mitch was going way too far.

She clamped her thighs together, so her son couldn't penetrate her. She held completely still to keep from attracting Franks attention to the couch.

Mitch moved his hips into place, and then slid the head of his cock between his mother's pussy lips. He tried to push his dick into his mother's cunt, but she had clamped her thighs tightly together.

Lorraine watched her husband, hoping beyond hope that he didn't look their way.

Mitch released his cock and grasped his Mother's inner thigh. He gently forced her legs apart a couple of inches.

Lorraine became terrified that her resistance against Mitch's hand would make Frank look in their direction. In defeat, she gave in, and quit resisting his attempt to spread her legs. Her son intended to fuck her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She reluctantly lifted her leg a few inches, so that her son could insert his cock in her.

Mitch grasped his shaft and slid the head of his dick between his mother's pussy lips.

Lorraine shuddered as her son slowly pushed the head of his cock into her sopping wet pussy.

His dick spread her vaginal walls as it slowly sank into her body. 

Lorraine never took her eyes off her husband as her son began eased his cock into her cunt. She expected Frank to look over at any moment and discover what they were doing.

Of course, between the booze, and the blanket that covered them, Frank wouldn't have a clue that his son was fucking his wife.

Mitch slid more than half his cock into his mother's cunt. Their position kept him from sticking his entire length in her.

Lorraine was shocked at how much her vaginal walls were spreading. Even though her son had only inserted a little over half his length in her, she felt like she was being opened up by a doctor's speculum. She had no idea how it would feel if Mitch inserted his entire length in her. She wasn't even sure she could take his entire dick. 

After Mitch's pelvis pressed against her butt cheeks, Lorraine lowered her thigh, trapping his cock in her cunt. 

Lorraine could feel Mitch's thick shaft stretching her vagina further than Frank ever could. Her body continued to throb with desire. Her cunt thrummed with the pleasure of having her eighteen year old son's cock buried in her. 

Mitch slid his arm back around his mother's waist, and resumed stimulating her clit with his middle finger. He slowly rocked back and forth in his mother's cunt. He stimulated her clit, which forced her juices to leak out of her cunt and onto her thighs, Mitch's boxers, and the couch cushion.

With each passing moment, Lorraine's need for sexual gratification continued to eat away at her emotions. Whether she liked it or not, she craved the sexual release her son's cock was giving her.

Mitch glanced at his father to make sure he was still looking at the TV. He then kissed the back of his mother's neck as he fingered her clit and methodically fucked her. 

An electrical jolt shot through Lorraine as her son stimulated her body. Her need to cum grew more intense with each inward thrust.

But Mitch had no desire to make her cum quickly. He wanted his mother to experience a passion she'd never had before. He wanted more than anything to give her the most powerful orgasm of her life. 

Mitch worked his mother into a frenzy of lust, mixed with self loathing. With each gentle thrust, he took her to new heights of passion.

Lorraine's pussy squeezed her son's shaft as her son tormented her blood filled clit. She loved what her son was doing to her, and at the same time she hated herself for having these feelings with the young man she had given birth to. 

Mitch's fingers and cock were driving her crazy with lust. He was fucking her so slowly that it was becoming sheer torture. 

Lorraine began to wish her son would speed up his thrusts. She wanted her boy to ram his cock into her until screamed with joy. She had to exert all of her willpower not to cry out in ecstasy.

She was terrified that Frank would notice what Mitch was doing to her. Lorraine was going mad because of her sexual excitement, her loathing of what her son was doing to her, and her fear that Frank would discover them. Her cunt muscles contracted over and over against her son's invading cock.

Mitch kept making small circular motions against his mother's clit with his finger.

Lorraine felt like she was coming apart at the seams. She was being fucked by her eighteen year old son, as her husband sat five feet away, and her body was eating the sensations up like candy. Worse still, she was beginning to want him to continue. Her baby was committing incest with her, and she was craving his touch.

Mitch slowly and gently rocked back and forth; sliding his cock a few inches in and out of his mother's stretched out cunt.

The aroma of their sex was beginning to grow more noticeable, yet Frank, in his drunken state, continued to be clueless.

Lorraine could feel her vaginal walls stretching as her son repeatedly thrust his cock into her body. She gazed at the whiskey bottle.

Frank was nowhere near finished. He would continue drinking until the bottle was empty. And if he wasn't ready for bed yet, he would get another bottle and drink until he got sleepy.

That meant Mitch would be fucking her for at least another hour, or until he came.

As much as she loved having her cunt stuffed, Lorraine knew she couldn't let Mitch cum in her. Even at forty she was still fertile, and could become pregnant. On top of that, she had started her period less than two weeks ago, so her ovulation cycle had most likely started.

Lorraine hadn't had sex with her husband in so long that she didn't even bother with birth control measures anymore.

If Mitch came in her unprotected pussy, he could make her pregnant.

Of course, Frank would assume he had fucked her while he was drunk, and had gotten her pregnant.

But still, Lorraine would know that the baby growing in her womb belonged to her son. Every time she looked at her swollen stomach, she would know it was Mitch's child. Worse still, her son would also know that the baby growing her body was his.

Mitch slowly rocked back and forth as he tormented his mother's clit. He used slow, shallow strokes so as not to attract his father's attention. He could feel his mother's vaginal walls enveloping half of his blood engorged cock. He wished his father would hurry up and finish his bottle. The young man wanted to bury his cock completely in his mother's cunt, and fuck her until she came.

An intense tingling began to spread throughout Lorraine's body. Her anger and self loathing began to dissipate as her son slowly and methodically fucked her. She was beginning to love having her son's cock buried in her cunt. She knew she should be hurt by what her son was doing to her. But it had been so long since she'd been fucked like this, and Mitch's thick cock felt so damn good.

Lorraine had completely given in to what was being done to her. She was being fucked by her son; and there was nothing she could do about it but enjoy the ride. Lorraine had no doubt that Mitch intended to fuck her until he filled her fertile womb with his seed. She could only hope that she didn't end up pregnant with her son's baby.

Mitch eyed his dad as he slowly fucked his sexy mother.

Frank's eyes were completely out of focus. He was past drunk. The man was bombed out of his mind. 

As Mitch repeatedly slid his dick in and out of his mother's pussy, Lorraine involuntarily rocked back and forth against her son's dick. 

She wanted to hate her son for doing this to her. But all she felt was the shear pleasure his dick and middle finger was giving her. Besides, deep in her heart Lorraine knew her son only wanted to please her.

Mitch was a good boy who only wanted to make his mother happy and satisfied. He had to know she wasn't being sexually fulfilled by his father. Therefore he had taken it upon himself to satisfy those needs.

And at that moment her needs were being met like never before. Lorraine was experiencing more sexual pleasure than she'd felt in years. She loved her son for stepping up to fulfill her needs. But what they were doing was still wrong. Lorraine knew it in her heart. This was incest. Lorraine knew she shouldn't allow her son to fuck her like this, no matter how wonderful it felt. If he got her pregnant their lives would forever changed. 

Mitch was meant to be her son, not her lover, and she should try to figure out a way to make him stop.

The problem was she had no idea how to stop him from doing this. As long as Frank was in the room, she was helpless to stop her son from doing this. So she lay there, allowing her son to satisfy her powerful need to be fucked. She would just have to deal with the consequences later.

Mitch slid his right hand under Lorraine's nightshirt. He slowly moved his hand up his mom's soft skin.

Lorraine forced back the moan that threatened to escape her lips, as her son's hand moved up her stomach. 

Mitch slowly moved his hand up her belly until he reached her heavy breasts.

Reaching his mother's breasts he began to stimulate her nipples with his thumb and forefinger.

Lorraine moved her arm over her son's hand to hide what he was doing to her. 

The movie was still playing; but Mitch and Lorraine weren't watching it.

Frank took another drink from the bottle, as he stared off into space.

Mitch continued to ease his cock in and out of his mother's cunt. His movements were hardly noticeable.

But Lorraine noticed. She could feel her vaginal walls expanding and collapsing around her son's thick cock. Each small inward thrust stretched her cunt. Each withdraw made her want him to put it back in. 

Frank grunted and sat the whiskey bottle on the floor.

Both Lorraine and Mitch froze as Frank stood up and wandered off to the bathroom to take a piss.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Lorraine turned her face as far towards her son as she could. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She whispered. "I'm your mother. You aren't supposed to have sex with me." She tried to sound angry, but failed miserably.

Mitch heard her pitiful attempt at sounding angry with him, and responded by rolling his mom onto her stomach. 

Lorraine gasped as her son's cock sank deeper into her body. She was forced to place the palm of her left hand on the floor to keep from falling off the couch.




Family Night Ch. 01



Mitch spread his mother's legs with his knees, and thrust his cock deeper into her cunt.

Lorraine audibly groaned as her son's cock sank into her enflamed pussy.

Mitch leaned his lips next to his mom's ear and whispered. "Dad won't satisfy your needs. Since he won't satisfy you, I will. I love you Mom, and I'm going to give you the orgasm that you've been longing for." He began thrusting repeatedly into his mother's cunt. His pelvis slammed into her round butt cheeks again and again.

Lorraine groaned as her son fucked her. Her suspicions were right.

Mitch wasn't trying to satisfy his own sexual needs. He was trying to satisfy hers. 

And whether she thought this was a good idea or not, her needs were definitely being met. Her son was driving her crazy with desire. "Mitch, you're wonderful for thinking of me, but this is wrong. You are my son, and this is incest. We shouldn't be doing this."

"I don't care," he whispered as he continued to fuck his mother from behind. "I love you, and I want to please you. You deserve to be satisfied. And since Dad is more interested in drinking than making you happy, then I'm going to make you happy. I want to make love to you, Mom. I want to make you cum like a woman should be made to cum."

Lorraine wanted to cry. Her loving son was so concerned with her needs, that he was willing to do anything for her. Even if that meant doing something that society would condemn him for. She tried to tell herself that this was wrong, but her need to be loved forced her sense of right and wrong aside. She was hungry for satisfaction. And if her husband was unwilling to satisfy her, then her son was more than willing to make her feel like a woman again. Lorraine surrendered her body to her son's loving care.

"Alright, my handsome and caring son, you can make love to me. But be careful not to cum in me," she panted as her son continued to ram his cock in her pussy again and again. "I'm still fertile, and most likely ovulating. If you cum in me, you could get me pregnant."

"I can't make any promises, but I'll try." Mitch whispered.

Lorraine knew she had already gone too far to stop now. If her son came in her, and got her pregnant, then she would just have to live with what they had done. "Just do your best." Lorraine knew she was in trouble. 

Mitch wanted to please her so much that he was willing to take whatever risk he deemed necessary. If that meant impregnating her, he would gladly be the father of her child.

"There's one more thing I need to tell you," Lorraine whispered. She was having difficulty concentrating. "This can never happen again. You're my son. If we keep having sex, this could ruin our relationship."

Mitch gently bit his mother's earlobe, causing her to groan. He then whispered in a loving tone. "This won't ruin our relationship. It will only change it for the better. I'm the man of the house now. And as the man of the house, it's my duty and pleasure to see that you are kept satisfied. Unlike Dad, I take my duties very seriously. As for you being fertile and ovulating? It's also my duty to give you babies if that's what you want. So if I make you pregnant, I'll just be doing my job as the man of the house." He rammed his cock into her pussy to make his point.

Lorraine whimpered as the head of her son's cock slammed against the entrance to her fertile womb. 

Mitch intended to keep her sexually satisfied. He also intended to fill her fertile womb with his baby making seed.

Lorraine knew that sooner or later, she would be knocked up by her eighteen year old son. One of her fertile eggs would receive his seed, and use it to make a baby. She would be impregnated by her son. 

Lorraine completely surrendered to her son. 

From that moment on, Mitch would be her lover, and the father of her next child. 

"My body belongs to you, Darling. My pussy is yours to fill with your cum as often as you desire. My eggs are yours to fertilize. However, we can't let your father catch us."

At that moment the toilet flushed.

Mitch rolled himself and his mom back into their original positions. He quickly arranged the blanket so his dad couldn't see what they were doing. 

The room reeked of sex.

Mitch held still as he waited for his father to return to his chair and resume drinking.

Lorraine could still feel most of her son's cock buried in her.

With their bodies positioned the way they were, Mitch couldn't sink his entire dick back in his mother, but he was able to keep two thirds of it inside her sopping wet cunt. The front of his shorts and the couch cushion were completely saturated with her juices.

Lorraine made a mental note to turn the cushion over before she went to bed.

Frank stumbled back into the living room. He sat down in his chair without giving his wife or son a glance. He picked up the bottle and resumed drinking. He was so drunk he didn't even notice the aroma of their love making.

Mitch gave his father a few minutes to get settled in. He then kissed the back of his mother's neck, and once again began to gently rock back and forth in her cunt.

Lorraine wanted to turn her head so she could kiss her son on the lips. She wanted Mitch to shove his tongue into her mouth, the way he was shoving his cock into her cunt. She could not believe that she had gone from being forced into this to being a willing participant in such a short time. Was she really that lonely? Could she really let her son impregnate her? Of course, the answer to both questions was yes.

Mitch rocked back and forth in his mother's cunt. He used slow, shallow strokes to avoid attracting his father's attention.

Lorraine's need to cum began to build. She stared at the bottle, wishing Frank would hurry up and finish it. She wanted her husband to go to bed, so her son could fuck her properly. Lorraine knew what she was feeling was wrong, but she wanted her son to turn her on her back, lie between her spread legs, and thrust his entire length into her hungry pussy. She wanted him to fill her with his potent baby making sperm.

Frank took another swallow. He then rested the bottle on the arm of the chair.

Lorraine knew her husband wasn't going to finish before she came. Her son was going to make her cum while her husband was sitting in the room. She would have to be very quiet. That, of course would be a difficult chore since it had been so long since she had cum. Lorraine began to wonder if her son could remain quiet when he came. Also, she had no idea how long Mitch could hold out. 

Would he cum in her while Frank was sitting five feet away from them? 

Would she start her journey to becoming the mother of her son's child while her drunken husband was in the room? The thought of being filled with her son's potent sperm as her husband sat close by was terrifying. Yet at the same time, the thought of possibly being impregnated by her own son as Frank sat there; completely oblivious to what they were doing, was driving her closer to a much needed orgasm.

If Frank stayed there too long, Mitch would dump millions of sperm cells into her fertile cunt. 

Then she would either become pregnant, or she wouldn't.

Either way, the thrill of being fucked by her son as her drunken husband sat nearby was becoming intoxicating to the wife and mother. It had been so long since she'd felt a good hard cock in her. 

The fact that Mitch was the one fucking her drove her crazy with lust.

Lorraine was being fucked by her handsome, strong, and virile young son. Her cunt was on fire. Lorraine leaned her upper body forward a little so her son could sink his dick deeper into her cunt. She forced back a mew of pleasure as his thick cock sank deeper into her sexually charged body. She knew she had to remain quiet, no matter how difficult it was.

The question that concerned her most, was would Mitch be able to stay quiet as he filled her with his rich baby making seed?

Lorraine had no doubt she was in the midst of her ovulation cycle. Her egg was ready to be inseminated.

The odds of Mitch getting her pregnant were very high. When he came, his seed would head for her waiting egg. 

The possibility of Frank impregnating her was minimal, because of all the booze he drank.

But Mitch was young, virile, and he could easily impregnate her.

The lovers gently rocked back and forth beneath the covers.

Lorraine had once again clamped her thighs tightly together. Only this time she did it because of the pure sexual tension she was experiencing.

Mitch was fucking his mother in the presence of his inebriated father. He was moments away from making her cum as his father sat there, completely unaware that his eighteen year old son was fucking his wife. Mitch would soon cum in her fertile, unprotected pussy. He would fire his baby making seed into her womb.

Then one of those sperm cells would probably enter her egg in a few days, and impregnate her.

These raunchy thoughts made Lorraine's need to cum even more intense. She bit down hard on her lower lip as her body released all the sexual tension that had been bottled up in her over the last several years. She pushed her left hand under the blanket, and forced her son's finger to dig into her clit. Lorraine began to cum.

Mitch felt his mother's cunt clamp down hard on his cock. He could feel her vaginal muscles contract as she began to cum. He held his pelvis against her ass cheeks, as she shook. He was proud of himself for making the woman he loved cum. 

It took all of Lorraine's willpower not to cry out in ecstasy as she shook with orgasmic bliss. She was visibly trembling as she came.

Mitch's own need to cum was almost as powerful as his mother's. He was ready to fill his mother's fertile womb with his seed.

After a few moments, Mitch resumed thrusting into his mother's hot pussy. His father was so drunk he'd never even notice.

Frank took another swallow of booze as his wife's body exploded in orgasmic bliss.

Lorraine held her breath as she came. Her vaginal muscles continued to contract on her son's dick.

Mitch could feel her orgasmic juices running onto the couch cushion beneath them. 

The cushion was completely soaked with Lorraine's juices.

Mitch held back his need to cum as best he could, but the thought of impregnating his mother while his father was in the room drove him mad with desire. He finally gave in, and let his sperm unload into his mother's fertile body. The eighteen year old grit his teeth as he fired millions of baby making sperm into his mother's receptive womb.

Unable to hold back any longer; Lorraine released her grip on her lower lip. She let out all the carbon dioxide in her lungs and sucked in a fresh supply of air. She gasped loudly as her body continued to shake with desire.

Frank took another swallow of liquor. In his drunken state he wasn't even aware that his wife and son were in the room, much less that they were cumming together.

Mitch ground his finger into his mother's clit as he filled her fertile body with his baby makers.

Lorraine could feel her son's sperm splashing against her cervix. It was too late to turn back now. In a few days, her egg would either reject or accept Mitch's sperm. At that moment, if her egg accepted a sperm cell, she would become pregnant with her son's child.

They continued to shake as they rode out their orgasms.

Lorraine wanted to kiss her son, but she knew she'd have to wait until Frank finished his bottle, and went to bed.

The lovers gradually came down from their mutual orgasms. They lay together beneath the blanket.

Mitch continued to stimulate his mother's clit with his finger. His flaccid cock was still inside her.

Lorraine trembled from the aftershock of her orgasm. She began running her hand up and down his arm. A satisfied smile appeared on her face. Her need for an orgasm had been met. Her belly was full of her son's sperm. Her life was once again complete. 

As they continued to cuddle, Frank took a big gulp from the bottle.

The smile on Lorraine's mouth turned into a grin as she felt her son's cock begin to grow inside her. She was going to be fucked again as her drunken husband sat in his chair, drinking his damned liquor.

'My son is definitely going to knock me up,' she thought as her son's cock continued to harden in her cunt.



Family Night Ch. 02



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Melinda hurried to finish the details on the dinner she was putting together for them. She knew that Em had had a hell of a day but it was Thursday and it was her turn to make dinner so she wanted to make it special for them both.  Actually it had been a hell of a week for Em and she needed to relax, Melinda knew she was looking forward to doing absolutely nothing this weekend, refusing all plans to go out and do anything. Their friends and family said they understood. Melinda thought it would be a nice change from going out or having others around, it would be just the two of them. But, the weekend was still a whole day away and this was family night, she would give Em something to look forward to for the weekend.

The kitchen table was set and Melinda pushed an inquisitive nose away from the table as it stretched towards the baked chicken and the other delicious smells she had made for them. The dog wagged his tail good naturedly, he was only trying to see how far he could push her and she knew that. Not that he wouldn't have helped himself if she left the chicken for any length of time, but his manners were such that he knew he couldn't just touch without her permission. Besides, it was on the table and that was a no, no.

Melinda brought out the condiments from the fridge and just then she heard the garage door roll up. She hurried to find matches and light the candles on the set table to create a romantic setting. She had just blown out the match when the garage door made its rumbling sound as it closed. She fussed unnecessarily as she waited for Em to make her first appearance.

Em opened the garage door between the garage and the kitchen hallway and made her way up the two steps and closed the door behind her. She took two steps before stopping in surprise as she saw the romantically set kitchen table. A big delighted smile captured her face as she looked into her girlfriend's pretty face. 

"Wow, how beautiful" she breathed as she moved to the counter to lay her purse and briefcase on it. It wasn't apparent if she meant her girlfriend or the table.

Melinda shrugged self-depreciatingly and said "I thought we would have a romantic dinner for us tonight, you need to relax."

Em nodded "I sure do, it's been a hell of a week." She sighed as she thought about how hard she had worked that week and decided not to bring it up now. There was plenty of time to share that later. "I better shower..." she began.

Melinda though stopped her "you better eat first, this is going to get cold. I just took it out of the oven."

Em looked at the romantically lit table to see roasted chicken with cranberry sauce, a delicious combination she had discovered once on a trip, that she had made for them, and they both fell in love with. Stuffing and French beans accompanied the meal and made her mouth water as she made her way to her customary seat, but stopped to give her girl a hug, a kiss, and a mutual squeeze. Sitting she turned to greet the welcoming dogs who had enthusiastically greeted her but she had ignored until she greeted her girl. Finally, she pushed them away to accept the glass of wine that Melinda handed to her. "Thank you, babe" she said before she took a healthy sip of the alcoholic beverage.

Melinda served up their plates and they sat together peacefully as they shared everything together, comfortably and peacefully. The romantic atmosphere, the good food, and the great wine made them both relax. They had been together long enough that it wasn't necessary to talk too much, the silence was companionable and not in the least awkward.

Em helped fill the dishwasher after dinner and then quickly went to the bedroom as Melinda filled the pet's dishes with their various meals. One by one the cats made an appearance at the sound of the kibble hitting their bowls and eyed the dogs who were hoping to finish their own meals in time to possibly eat the more desirable cat food.

Em took a quick shower after she peeled herself out of her suit. Their super-efficient air conditioning was cooling the house. She was grateful as it helped her relax even further. The warm water washed away any sweat she might have had on her body, the air cooled her over-heated skin, the water, the air, the good food all served to get her into an agreeable frame of mind. Not that her normal mood wasn't good natured but everyone has their limits and she certainly hadn't want to bring it home with her and take it out on Melinda.

Melinda had the kitchen clean and was sitting in one of the easy chairs watching the birds outside quietly. No TV, no radio, nothing to disturb her peace. Em walked up behind her in her satin robe and her hands gently kneaded Melinda's shoulders. "Mmmm," she murmured letting Em know she appreciated her ministrations.

Em leaned down and kissed along her girlfriend's neck and murmured in return "thank you for dinner, it was beautiful, and tasted delicious."

Melinda caught her hand and brought it to her lips to kiss the back of it before turning it over to kiss the palm and begin to kiss along the pulse at her wrist. Em felt her pulse quicken at the gesture. "Come here" Melinda said tugging on the hand as she spilled Em into her lap.

Em smiled in delight at the playful gesture as she sat on Melinda's lap with her legs over the arm of the easy chair. Melinda supported her back with her arm around the woman as she held her close, companionably they snuggled. Em tucked her head onto Melinda's shoulder and into her neck and sighed happily. The quiet was peaceful, romantic, and loving. It was all of their own making.

Their quiet wasn't absolute, they could still hear the animals around the house. One of their cats, a large male, padded across the kitchen floor, he was the only one that did this, not light on his feet at all. Instead, if he was in a hurry it always sounded a bit like a thundering herd, all in one cat, the ox. The two women watched as the animals joined them in the family room to see what their humans were doing. The dogs pushed hopefully to get the cats to play, the two women watched as poking and prodding produced no results and a disdainful look that said 'who are you kidding' came on the cats faces. They all soon settled down, the cats cleaning themselves after a satisfying meal, the dogs to snooze with their full bellies.

It was their family though and the dogs and cats were a big part of their home life. Equally if not more interesting was just being together, enjoying each other. A nice meal, and a nice quiet time together. Whatever their week threw at them, they had this night, every week, together.

"Want to play a game?" Em asked eventually as she began to get restless sitting there.

Melinda smiled at the double entendre and then asked "what did you have in mind?" She wouldn't spoil the moment by making an assumption of what exactly Em wanted or implied. She didn't always mean sex and they were comfortable enough with each other that sexual innuendo didn't rule the day. 

"I don't know, Scrabble? Cards?" she didn't really sound that enthused and Melinda shrugged nonchalantly. Sitting there quietly, companionably together, was actually a lot nicer than one would think. They didn't need a TV or DVD to entertain them. They had their pets for visual effect, they had each other in their arms, and it was nice to just sit back and enjoy.

They were both sexual beings though and a casual touch, a slight caress, had the power to arouse them both. They knew each other so well that it didn't really take telepathic powers to realize when the other's mood changed to a sexually charged one. 

Melinda absentmindedly began caressing along Em's lower back and was gratified to hear a sigh in appreciation as the woman snuggled deeper into her arms. It was soothing and Em wasn't unaffected. She began to absentmindedly caress along Melinda's inner arm with her fingertip, so light that at first Melinda wasn't so sure she was feeling it as imagining it. As time progressed though, Em began to feel the pulse in her girlfriends arm, and the one at her neck with her nose, and then her lips. She couldn't seem to help herself as she snuggled comfortably in her lap and began to kiss along the exposed neck. Back and forth, using her tongue sparingly she could hear the change in Melinda's breathing, feel the change in her pulse under her lips.

Melinda lifted her other hand to slowly release the ties of Em's robe and expose her naked body to the elements. As she began to lightly caress the exposed flesh she watched as a shiver from the air conditioning and her caresses caused goose bumps over Em's arms. As she felt Em's lips and tongue climb along her neck to her ear she felt some goose bumps herself.

She turned her head to capture Em's lips sweetly and cupped her head to hold it prisoner to her lips as they began to make out. Breathing in each other's essence, enjoying the sensation of lips against lips and as they parted, tongues beginning to dance into each other's mouths, fencing, caressing, and reaching out. Breathing deeply they both could smell the shampoo Em had used on her long red/brown hair, the body wash that had washed away the sweat of the day, the perfume that always seemed to linger on her person. They both could smell the baked chicken in the air and perhaps still on Melinda's person from when she made dinner. The combination though made them both hungry for each other's body. As their kisses became deeper, their caresses more fervent, their passions fueled by their knowledge of each other's body and what they wanted from each other, they pulled back mutually and Em said in a passion filled voice "let's go to the bedroom."

Melinda grinned in anticipation. She could never get enough of this woman. She had planned more than a romantic dinner. It was still early and she eagerly looked forward to the rest of the evening with this woman she loved.

Em got up carefully so she didn't crush Melinda and then held out her hand to help Melinda rise out of the deep chair. As Melinda rose they realized as they stood there that they could wrap their arms around each other and just hold on, gently rocking to an inner song that no one else could hear or understand. Their pets watched knowingly as their humans hugged each other close, lost in the moment of being together, just loving each other. 

Melinda was becoming impatient now that she remembered what she had planned for their evening. She released Em to pull her along to their bedroom and Em went along willingly, looking forward to relaxing in bed with her beautiful girlfriend. She didn't bother to tie her robe shut.

In the bedroom they pulled each other into their arms by mutual consent and just held on as they rocked slightly before starting to kiss passionately, lovingly. 

Melinda stripped the robe effortlessly from her girlfriend's body, letting it fall to the floor in a heap.

Em helped Melinda strip off her tank top, her breasts were barely held in by the bra she wore that held up the twins beautifully, making them appear higher and larger than they were. As she went to peel Melinda's shorts from her beautifully tanned and toned body she realized she was at just the right height to kiss Melinda's other set of lips and she didn't hesitate as she nuzzled between her girlfriends legs slightly, her tongue darting out to tease, just a taste out of her.

"Groannn" Melinda moaned as she looked down at the momentary sight and her lust was aroused. She tugged at Em's shoulder, she wanted more as she pulled her back into her naked arms and wrapped them around her to kiss her passionately, deeply.

Em wasn't done teasing and taunting her girlfriend into recklessness, she kissed her deeply and passionately in return before kissing along her jaw and down her shoulder. Her fingers lightly caressed her back with their tips, her nails brushing now and then.

Melinda reached to pull her closer if that was possible but Em was too quick and turned Melinda in her arms to plaster herself against Melinda's back and buttocks. It left Melinda facing the mirror over their dresser and Em began to unhook Melinda's bra to release her straining breasts. They both were mesmerized as they looked at the two fine specimen's bobbing in the mirror, aching to be touched, to be loved. Em thought there should be a disclaimer in the mirror that said 'objects in mirror are bigger than they appear'. Em wasn't immune as she dropped the bra to the floor and reached for them. They both watched as her hands captured these proud orbs, squeezing and kneading them as she pressed her pussy against Melinda, rubbing it back and forth suggestively.

Melinda leaned back in ecstasy at the sensations that Em was generating, relishing the feelings she was provoking. Her one arm crept up to capture Em's head to her, encouraging her to kiss and suck along her neck. They both watched as she did, watching Melinda's eyes dilate in the mirror. Her arm like that forced her torso up farther into Em's agile hands. The view in the mirror was like watching live porn, only better.

One of Em's hands left her breast to begin caressing down her tummy but before she could reach the shaved V between Melinda's legs, Melinda spun in her arms and said breathily "no, I have something else planned."

Em was game as she smiled down at her lover and kissed her again, willing to do whatever she wanted.

Melinda took a step back and said "come to the bed" as she grabbed Em's hand and pulled her suggestively towards the large bed.

Em wondered what she had in mind and was surprised when Melinda grabbed a night mask off the night stand and handed to her "will you wear this?"

Em smiled in anticipation "sure baby, anything you want."

Melinda smiled in return, she wondered if Em realized how far 'anything' could go. Once the mask was in place Em waited patiently for whatever Melinda wanted reaching out when she sensed where her girlfriend's lush body was but Melinda was adept at evading her questing hands. "Can you get on the bed, in the middle?" she asked and then helped her lover to get in the position that she envisioned.

Em was surprised to feel one of her hands imprisoned and a tie secured around her wrist. She felt Melinda reach over her and do the same with her other hand. She guessed that Melinda was right above her and her face raised to bury herself accurately into Melinda's overabundance of a bosom. She knew that Melinda indulged herself and enjoyed the sensation as she nuzzled and heard her lovers in drawn breath of appreciation. Melinda didn't stay long though much to their mutual disappointment.

Melinda quickly pulled Em's leg to the far corner and slipped the slip tie over her foot and pulled it tight to her ankle.

"What are you doing baby?" Em asked as she felt the satin ties. She wasn't worried, she trusted Melinda implicitly but she was wondering what she had planned.

"Shhh" Melinda smiled as she reached and pulled the final tie around her girlfriend's last ankle. Adjusting the ties and making sure her victim was comfortable she stood back for a moment to take in the view. Em was stretched out on the large bed with a limb pulled towards each corner of the bed. The mask meant she couldn't see what Melinda intended to do to her, it also meant that she had to rely on her other senses to feel exactly what her partner was doing to her. Her naked body was stretched taunt but had she seriously struggled, Melinda would have immediately removed the ties. She didn't want her panicking, she wanted her aroused by what she didn't know was coming next. Already Melinda found herself aroused in anticipation of what she could do to her, the power was heady, she had absolute control over her lover's beautiful body, for as long as she wanted it.

She was almost lost in her fantasies of what she could do when she realized that thinking about it and getting aroused by the thoughts weren't nearly as good as doing and she climbed up next to Em on the bed and gently began caressing her exposed body. She could see the goose bumps that formed and smiled in satisfaction. She laid her own body next to Em's to 'warm' it. She already felt overheated at her own arousal as she touched anywhere and everywhere. The air conditioning or maybe her touch was causing Em's nipples to pucker up. She couldn't resist their invitation and she leaned down to kiss each of them and then to slowly lick them and suck them into her warm mouth.

Em didn't know what Melinda had in mind but she trusted her and the darkness of the mask made her anticipate she knew not what, as Melinda made no indication of what she would do to her. Melinda was in total control of their lovemaking and Em was certain she would make sure they were both satisfied in this love play that she had initiated. She could feel herself becoming aroused as she waited impatiently for whatever Melinda wanted to do to her, she was a willing victim to her girlfriends lusts.

Melinda began kissing up Em's chest as she reached up with her body. She threw a leg over the prone body and slowly climbed on top of her lover's body, her own crotch was already getting wet at the thoughts that had been running through her agile little mind. She kissed along Em's neck as she made her way up to her mouth. The passion filled kiss was mind boggling. She enjoyed kissing her lover's lush lips, her agile little tongue was heavenly and Em certainly knew how to use it adeptly. As Melinda remembered the countless times Em had used it on her to their mutual satisfaction she became even more excited. Her body was now completely on top of Em's stretched out one and she began caressing down the body that was totally at her mercy giving it pleasure. She could tell that Em enjoyed the sensations as she moved slightly within the bonds that held her. She kissed along her jawline and her neck, sucking along the stretched and taunt neck as Em exposed more of it to her lips, tongue, and teeth. Melinda knew she was arousing her as she began to whimper deep in her throat, whining to the feel of what Melinda was causing in her, her breath catching, her chest rising and falling as her breath came deeper and faster in her arousal. It pleased her to know that she was causing all this without Em being able to do a thing.

The feel of Melinda's body on Em's was deeply satisfying. The warmth was welcome, her lush body she could only mentally picture with the mask across her eyes, but she had an active imagination and the reality FELT better, but the mental picture was oh so good! She could feel Melinda's large breasts pressing against her own as she reached up to kiss her. They shared a passionate kiss or two before Melinda moved on to kiss along her neck, Em loved that and whimpered appreciatively. It felt so incredibly erotic as the lush body she enjoyed moved against her passionately. She desperately wanted to touch but the satin ties held her limbs immobile. She had never been a passive partner and this frustrated her and yet excited her.

Melinda began moving down her torso again kissing her way south. She stopped to pay homage to the puckered breasts that screamed out to be touched, to be fondled, to be sucked. Laving attention on these tight little orbs she sucked them into her mouth and licked deliciously across them one at a time. The cool air kept them puckered and wet as she moved on across Em's stomach. The muscles there contracted at the touch of her lips and fingers as she caressed across it on her way south.




Family Night Ch. 02



Lorraine lay there on the couch with her eighteen year old son Mitch pressed against her back. 

They were covered with a blanket.

The movie they had started to watch was nearly over. The final scene was coming to a close.

This was one of Lorraine's favorite movies, but she had barely watched it. 

Something else had her attention. Something she hadn't enjoyed in a very long time.

Mitch had been gently rocking back and forth behind her for almost two hours. His thick cock was buried in his mother's hungry cunt. 

Frank, her drunken husband was sitting five feet away completely oblivious to what was happening.

Lorraine hadn't asked for this. She had started family night wanting to keep her husband from getting drunk. She had dressed in a sleeping shirt, and nothing else in an effort to keep his mind off drinking. She had made Frank promise to lie with her on the couch beneath a blanket as they watched the movie. Her plan was to let Frank become frisky with her as they watched the movie so he would leave the liquor alone.

But to the forty year old housewife's dismay, when she entered the living room, Frank was sitting in his chair, drinking from his bottle, as her son Mitch lay on the couch, waiting for her to join him.

As mother and son lay together watching the movie, Mitch slowly and methodically seduced his loving mother.

Lorraine had tried to get her boy to stop without attracting her husband's attention, but Mitch had been insistent.

Before long Lorraine was being fucked by her young son, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Now, two hours later, she lay on her side, with her son's impressive cock still buried in her satisfied body. His potent baby making seed was swimming around in her fertile womb.

Mitch had made Lorraine cum once already. He had fucked her until they came as Frank sat in his chair, too drunk to realize that his son was fucking his wife just five feet away.

Frank tipped up the bottle of whiskey, emptying the last of the booze into his mouth. He sat the bottle on the floor next to his chair, and then rested his head against the chair. He closed his eyes, and passed out.

Lorraine watched her husband as he began to snore. She was furious with the man.

Why couldn't he go to bed like usual? Why did he have to pick this night to pass out in the chair?

Mitch was also watching his father. He smiled as the middle aged man began to softly snore. Mitch stopped stimulating his mom's clit. He slid his left arm out from beneath the covers, and grasped her chin. He was still playing with her breasts with his other hand.

Lorraine felt her son turning her face to the left. 

Mitch leaned over his mom and pressed his lips to her mouth.

Lorraine knew they were taking a risk by kissing with Frank in the room. 

If he woke up, he would see what they were up to.

But the lonely woman was so hungry for love that she allowed her son to devour her lips in the presence of her passed out husband.

As he kissed his mom, Mitch increased the speed and power of his thrusts.

For the first time that night, Lorraine whimpered with desire while her husband was in the room.

Finally after several moments of intense pleasure, Lorraine forced her mouth aside. She was gasping for air. "We can't do this with your father in the room," she whispered. Her breathing had become ragged.

"He's passed out," Mitch replied in a low tone.

"He could wake up," she whispered back. "If he catches us there will be hell to pay."

Mitch gently caressed his mother's cheek. "It would be worth it, if you are satisfied."

Lorraine smiled at her son and lover. "Believe me baby, I am very satisfied." She had spoken a little louder than she had intended to.

Frank snorted, but continued to sleep.

Lorraine and Mitch looked over at the sleeping man. 

Mitch stopped rocking his cock in his mom's hungry cunt.

Realizing that Frank had just made a noise in his sleep, the pair resumed rocking back and forth.

Lorraine glared at her husband. "The bastard couldn't go to bed like usual," she seethed. "I was really looking forward to having you on top of me, so I could gaze into your eyes as you made me cum again."

Mitch took his mom's earlobe between his teeth. He gently bit down, causing her to moan in ecstasy. 

"Fuck, that feels good," Lorraine crooned.

Mitch nibbled on his mom's earlobe, as he played with her left breast, and continued rocking in and out of her hungry cunt.

"Baby, you really know how to treat a woman." Lorraine's voice was filled with lust.

Frank's snoring soon became louder.

Becoming more emboldened, Mitch released his mother's earlobe. He withdrew his cock, and rolled her over onto her back.

The blanket slid off them, and fell to the floor. 

Lorraine gasped in surprise.

Mitch eased himself over his mom's body. He then slid his hips between his mom's shapely thighs, and pressed the tip of his cock between her pussy lips.

Lorraine could feel her son's cock head at the entrance to her vagina. She quickly looked at her passed out husband, before gazing fearfully up at her son. 

"Mitch," she whispered. "We can't do this here. If your father woke up he would see us. It's one thing to have sex with you lying behind me while we are covered with a blanket. But there is no way in hell we could hide what we are doing like this."

Mitch smiled at his mother as he sank his rock hard cock deep into her hungry cunt until the tip of his cock head pressed against her cervix.

Lorraine's vaginal muscles involuntarily clamped down on her son's shaft. "Baby, we can't," Lorraine pleaded. "Frank might wake up."

Mitch pressed his mouth against the mouth of the woman who had given birth to him. He slipped his tongue against her lips.

Lorraine knew they were taking a huge risk.

If Frank woke up he would catch them for sure.

What they were doing was insane.

But her need to be fucked by her son was too powerful.

Lorraine opened her mouth, and allowed her boy to slip his tongue into her mouth. She slowly raised her spread legs and wrapped them around his hips.

Mitch began to explore Lorraine's mouth with his tongue. He started thrusting into her saturated cunt, using hard, deep strokes.

Lorraine wrapped her arms around her son's neck. Her own tongue danced against Mitch's tongue. She was afraid that they would get caught, but she couldn't help herself. Lorraine needed to be filled. She desperately wanted her baby's dick buried in her hungry cunt. She wanted to feel his pelvis slamming against her clit as he fucked the hell out of her. The lovely forty year old woman wanted more of her son's baby making sperm in her womb.

Mitch used hard, deep strokes, as he fucked his mother.

The couch groaned in protest as mother and son fucked like hungry like crazed animals.

Mitch pounded his cock into his mom's cunt again and again.

Lorraine lifted her hips to meet her son's inward thrusts. She was terrified that Frank would wake up. Yet she didn't want her son to remove his wonderful cock from her hungry cunt.

Mitch rammed his cock into her stretched out pussy again and again.

Each inward thrust stretched her vaginal walls. His balls bounced off her ass.

Lorraine felt like she was being skewered. She clung tightly to her son as he repeatedly rammed his wonderful shaft into her willing body. 

As Mitch rammed his cock into his mother's cunt, he involuntarily moaned. It was a deep, guttural moan. 

In a panic, Lorraine quickly broke the kiss and lifted her head and watched her passed out husband.

He didn't move.

Mitch thrust harder into his mom's fertile cunt. He was ready to dump more of his baby makers into her ovulating womb. 

Lorraine kept her eyes locked on her sleeping husband as her son fucked her on the couch. She began to feel a sense of perverse pleasure as her offspring fucked her in the presence of her passed out husband.

Mitch could feel his balls churning. He was close to releasing more of his rich; potent sperm into his mother's fertile womb. He began to thrust harder.

The couch groaned in protest as mother and son writhed together.

"Sweetie, you're going to wake your father," she whispered. Her gaze was still locked on her worthless husband.

Mitch ignored his mother. He thrust his cock into her, each stroke harder than the previous stroke.

The couch springs cried out as the teenager pounded his cock into his mother's hungry cunt.

Lorraine felt another orgasm building. She was going to cum very soon. She knew she should make Mitch slow down before the noise coming from the couch springs woke Frank up, but her need to cum was too powerful. 

Mitch's shaft started to thicken as he prepared to release more of his life giving sperm into his mother's womb.

Lorraine could feel her cunt being stretched by Mitch's swollen cock. She was about to receive more of her son's life giving sperm. She buried her face in her son's hair, and whispered, "cum in Mommy. Fill me with your seed and knock me up. 

They began to cum together.

Lorraine clung to her son as her body trembled. She was cumming again. Her baby was making her cum. She looked back at her husband. 

The sight of him sitting there as Mitch filled her with his life giving sperm intensified her sexual release. She gasped as she shook with orgasmic bliss.

Mitch fired millions of sperm cells into his mother's body. He was knocking his mother up while his dad slept just five feet away.

They desperately clung to one another as they came. It took all of their willpower not to make anymore noise than they already were.

As their orgasms began to subside, Frank snorted again.

Mitch stopped moving his cock in his mother's sperm saturated cunt. His still hard dick was buried deep in his mother's body.

Lorraine intently watched her husband as her orgasm began to subside. She smiled, knowing her son had filled her with his seed, not once, but twice, as her worthless husband sat there passed out.

She gazed up at her son and lover. "Sweetie, I love what you are doing to me, but if we keep doing this we are going to get caught," she whispered. "We should go to your room."

Mitch didn't want to stop. He liked the idea of fucking his mother while his father was passed out a few feet away. But he wanted his mother to enjoy herself. 

"Alright, we'll go to my room."

He reluctantly withdrew his cock. Kneeling between his mom's legs he swung his leg over her. He placed his foot on the blanket lying on the floor and stood up. The crotch of his boxers was saturated with his mother's cum.

Lorraine's eyes took in the sight of her son's impressive cock sticking out of the slit in his shorts. She was surprised that he was still hard. She couldn't believe she had taken that thing inside her body so easily.

The young man's phallus was about seven or eight inches long, and as thick as her wrist.

The desire to take the monster in her mouth began to seep in.

Lorraine sat up on the couch. She could feel the big wet spot on the center cushion beneath her bottom.

Mitch held his hand out to his mother to help her stand.

Lorraine couldn't take her eyes off her son's phallus.

Mitch's manhood was definitely longer and thicker than Frank's. His dick was a good two to three inches longer than his father's cock, and an inch and a half to two inches thicker. 

Lorraine could see why her son's penis made her cunt feel full when he fucked her. 

The only time she had ever felt more stretched out was during her son's birth.

The desire to feel her son's cock in her mouth filled her thoughts once again.

Lorraine believed she could probably get part of her son's cock in her mouth, but not all of it. There would be at least two or three inches of the long, thick meat sticking out of her mouth.

Mitch's magnificent cock would also stretch her jaws with its girth, but she believed she could take it between her lips and teeth. 

The sexy mother began to ask herself what it would feel like to have Mitch's dick buried in her throat. Could she take it into her windpipe? She had never taken a cock into her throat before. 

Frank's dick barely reached the back of her mouth.

If she could get her son's dick to go past her gag reflex, she believed she could take his entire length into her mouth and throat.

She glanced at her snoring husband.

He was leaned back with spittle running down the side of his jaw.

Lorraine realized just how useless her husband is as a man.

He didn't want to do anything but get drunk. He ignored her needs, and made her feel like unwanted.

The desire to punish her husband for his alcoholic lifestyle surged forward in her thoughts. She gazed up at her son, who was still holding his hand out. A sly smile crossed her lips. Even though what she planned to do was dangerous, the sex starved woman wanted to do this as her husband slept in the room.

Mitch saw the mischievous expression on his mother's pretty face.

Ignoring her son's hand, Lorraine reached out and grasped her son's manhood. She could feel his dick pulsing in her hand. She licked her lips as she gazed into Mitch's eyes.

Mitch immediately caught on to what his mother wanted. His cock twitched in her hand. He took two small steps forward until the tip of his cock was a quarter of an inch from his mother's smiling lips.

Lorraine slipped her tongue between her lips and pressed the tip against Mitch's pee hole. She could taste her juices on his cock. She ran her tongue up and down the head of his cock, licking her own juices off.

Mitch involuntarily shuddered as his mother licked the head of his cock.

Looking out of her left eye at her passed out husband; Lorraine opened her mouth wide, and then eased her face forward until the head of Mitch's dick slid between her lips. She then took a deep breath before easing her head forward, taking his cock head and a small part of his shaft between her lips and teeth.

His girth forced her to open her mouth even wider.

Lorraine wasn't sure if she could take the thick piece of meat into her throat, but she intended to try. The thought of taking her son's cock down her throat with her passed out husband in the room was both terrifying and thrilling. 

Lorraine's pussy began to thrum with excitement.

Mitch had been able to control his lust when he was fucking his mom from behind. 

But the sight of his dick disappearing into her sensual mouth was almost too much to bear. 

He let out a low groan.

Lorraine continued to watch her husband as she took more of Mitch's dick into her mouth. 'That's right you drunken prick. I'm sucking our son's cock, while you are sitting there, passed out.'

Mitch watched his mom's head move forward as she swallowed more of his dick. He had to fight to keep from filling her mouth with his sperm.

Lorraine eased more of her son's dick into her mouth until the tip came to rest against the entrance to her throat. Her jaws were already aching from holding her mouth as wide as she could. She was beginning to have second thoughts about taking his entire length down her throat. But she knew she had to try.

Mitch gazed at the top of his mother's head. He could feel her teeth and tongue caressing his shaft. His balls were more than ready to release his next load of sperm into her willing mouth. But he reminded himself that this was for her pleasure. He forced himself to wait. 

Lorraine began moving her head back and forth as she sucked on her son's dick. Even though she tried to be careful, she could feel her teeth scraping his shaft.

Mitch let out a low groan as his mother worked her mouth back down his shaft until the tip of his manhood touched the entrance to her throat.

At that moment, Frank grunted in his sleep.

Mitch jerked forward in surprise, shoving his dick past his mom's gag reflex. His dick sank into her throat until his balls came to rest against her chin.

Lorraine's eyes grew wide as her throat was stretched by her son's head and shaft. She could feel his dick head caressing the base of her throat. She felt like she was going to pass out. Her body shook uncontrollably with lust. She had done it. She had taken Mitch's entire length.

Realizing what he'd done, Mitch tried to slide his dick out of his mother's throat before he choked her.

Not wanting to lose the sensation of having her throat stretched, Lorraine grabbed her son's hips and held him in place. She sucked on his cock like it was an ice cream pop.

Mitch buried his hands in his mother's hair. He shook with lust as she sucked on his dick.

Lorraine loved having her throat stretched. She didn't want to take Mitch's cock out of her throat, because she wasn't sure she could get it to go back in.

She turned her left eye towards her passed out husband, and watched him sleep. 

The fact that he was a few feet away increased her sexual hunger.

Lorraine was exhilarated by the sheer debauchery of what they were doing. She loved the way Mitch's heavy testicles rested against her chin. She held Mitch's cock in her throat for as long as she could.

Unfortunately the need to breathe forced her to ease her son's cock out of her throat. She slid his dick out until only the head was in her mouth. Lorraine then lifted her gaze so she could look into Mitch's eyes.

Mitch saw the fire that burned in his mother's eyes. He knew she was enjoying herself.

Lorraine's eye sparkled as she slowly took her son's cock back into her mouth. She felt the tip of his cock touching her gag reflex. She took a deep breath and then forced her face forward.

Mitch's cock slid past his mother's gag reflex yet again. He watched her face move forward until her nose disappeared in his pubic hair. He reached down and caressed his mother's throat. 

Lorraine slid her head back and forth several times so that her son could feel her throat stretching and contracting around his cock. She never took her eyes off her young lover.

Mitch was excited by the movement of her throat. He desperately wanted to cum in his mom's throat. His balls were churning. Mitch knew he wouldn't last much longer. Gazing at his mother, he softly whispered, "I'm going to cum."

Lorraine's eyes lit up. She sank her son's shaft completely into her throat. She began to suck hard on his thick meat.

Mitch lost complete control. He began firing load after load of sperm into his mother's throat.

Lorraine felt her boy's shaft swell in her mouth and throat. She swore she could feel her son's sperm running down her wind pipe and into her stomach. She moaned lustfully. She looked at her drunken husband as she continued to suck her son's sperm out of his balls. 'There's a new man in my life now. He's a real man, instead of a drunken lout like you.'

Mitch held onto his mom's head as he fired load after load of sperm into her throat. His knees grew weak, and his shaking grew stronger.

Lorraine returned her gaze to her son. She saw the contorted expression on his face. She was happy that he was receiving as much pleasure as she was. She knew that this would be a regular part of their love making from now on.

Mitch held his mother's head tightly until the last of his sperm leaked into her throat. Only then did he release his grip.

Lorraine slid her son's softening cock out of her mouth. She smiled up at him. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Her voice was slightly hoarse from the fucking her throat had received.

Mitch grasped his mom by her biceps and stood her up. He pressed his lips against hers. Pulling back, he smiled at his lover. "You know I did."

Lorraine returned her son's smile. She no longer cared what her husband did. As far as she was concerned, he was a complete waste of space. "Do you think you're up to fucking me again, or do you need to rest?"

Mitch caressed her cheek. "I could fuck you all night long."




Family Night Ch. 02



"I'm going to take you up on that offer young man. I'm going to let you dump as much of your baby making sperm into my fertile body as you want. Hopefully, I'll be carrying your baby in my womb very soon."

Mitch took his mom's hand, and turned towards his bedroom.

"Wait," Lorraine whispered. She turned and flipped the saturated cushions over. She then grabbed the blanket off the floor. Taking hold of Mitch's hand, she whispered. "I'm ready."

Mitch led his mom into his room. He quietly closed the door.

The room was semi darkened, but the street light that shone into the window made it light enough for mother and son to see one another.

Lorraine dropped the blanket on the floor. She turned to face him and lifted her arms over her head. She gazed up into his eyes and gave him a seductive smile. "You do realize that every time you cum in my unprotected womb, you run the risk of impregnating me?"

Mitch gave his mother a mischievous grin as he slid his hands down to the hem of his mother's shirt. He pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.

Lorraine shook her head. "I take it that you really do intend to knock me up?"

Mitch eased his cock back into his boxers, before pushing down his thighs, and letting them fall to the floor. He scooped his mother up in his arms and carried her to his bed. Slipping between her spread thighs, Mitch eased the tip of his cock between her swollen cunt lips. 

Lorraine spread her legs wider as she bent her knees.

Mitch gazed into his mother's eyes. "I look forward to fucking you while your belly is swollen to the size of a watermelon."

Lorraine softly laughed. "I am going to have terrible stretch marks after I've given birth to our baby."

"Who says I intend to stop after one baby?" Mitch replied whimsically. "I am going to spend the rest of our lives filling your womb with babies until you can't have kids anymore."

"Honey, I'm already forty years old. I don't think you're going to put too many babies in me."

Mitch sank his cock completely inside his mother's excited cunt. 

Lorraine uttered a low moan as her son's cock sank completely inside her.

"Then I guess we'll have to see just how long it takes for your womb to dry up. Women stay fertile later in life these days. We could have two, three, perhaps four kids before your body says no more."

Lorraine's laughter filled the room. "I am so fucked."

Mitch withdrew his cock before ramming it hard back into his mother's fertile body. "You're damn right you're fucked."

The sexy forty year old woman wrapped her long legs around her son's upper thighs. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Mitch's cock head slammed into the entrance to her fertile womb yet again. "Fuck, that feels so good," she groaned lustfully. 

Mitch rammed his thick cock into his mother's hungry cock again and again. Each time the tip of his dick touched the entrance to her womb, Lorraine grunted.

Lorraine clung to her son as he pounded her cervix with his impressive cock.

The bedroom door suddenly opened.

Lorraine buried her face in Mitch's chest as the hall light shone through the open doorway.

Mitch turned to face his father. His face was filled with fear.

"Son, I don't mind if you have a girl in here," the drunken man slurred. "But you'll catch hell if your mother finds out. I suggest you keep it down."

The inebriated man winked at his son. "I'm going to bed. Have fun."

Mitch nodded as Frank closed the door, and stumbled down the hall.

"Shit," Lorraine seethed. "That was too fucking close."

Mitch gazed at his mother. "He was so drunk that he didn't even realize the girl in my bed is you. He probably won't even remember what he saw when he wakes up."

"I know, but still, we could have been caught."

Mitch moved his face close to his mother's face. "Do you want to stop?"

Lorraine knew they were taking a huge risk. She thought about returning to her room. But the thought of lying next to her husband sent a wave of revulsion through her. She loved lying here, being stuffed by her son's cock.

"No," she whispered. "We'll wait a little bit and give your father time to fall asleep."

They lay together, gazing into one another's eyes.

Mitch gently rocked back and forth in his mother's cunt.

Lorraine began to grow impatient. She wanted her son to ram his dick into and bring her to another mind blowing orgasm. 

But they had to give Frank time to fall back asleep.

As he eased his dick in and out of his mother's body, Mitch leaned over and kissed her sweet lips. 

Lorraine thrust her tongue into Mitch's mouth. Her impatience was growing. Finally unable to take it any longer, she broke the kiss. She gazed up at her son, and growled. "Knock your Mommy up."

Taking his cue, Mitch thrust his dick into his mother's cunt until the tip slammed into her cervix.

Lorraine whimpered with lust. "Yes, baby. Fuck Mommy hard. Make me cum."

Mitch rammed his dick into his mother's fertile womb again and again.

Lorraine whimpered and cried as her son repeatedly thrust his manhood into her fertile body. She was being impregnated by her son. She knew it was wrong, but she didn't care.

They rocked together, their pelvises slamming together. 

The sound of meat hitting meat filled the semi darkened room.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum again," Lorraine said breathlessly. She pulled her son's head close, as she clamped her long legs tightly around his thighs. "Please baby, cum in my pussy. Give me your seed. Put a baby in my belly."

Her words sent Mitch over the edge. After repeatedly cumming, he thought he would last for a long time.

But the thought of impregnating his mother was too much. 

Mitch began to cum. He didn't know if he had enough seed in him to keep filling her, but he intended to try.

They writhed and groaned together.

The room smelled of sex.

Lorraine involuntarily trembled as her orgasm ripped through her body. Tears began streaming down her cheeks. "I love you baby," she whispered as she came.

Frank lay in his bed, passed out once again. He began to snore loudly. His wife and son were completely oblivious to the sounds of his snoring.

Lorraine sat on the couch, waiting for her husband to come home. She held the home pregnancy test in her trembling hand.

"I'm pregnant," she exclaimed to the empty room. "Fuck, I can't believe I let my son make me pregnant."

For weeks mother and son fucked every chance they got after that first night. They fucked every morning after Frank went to work. And on the days that Frank was at work and Mitch was enjoying a day off, they would lie in bed together, and consummate their love for one another with multiple orgasms. The sex had been incredible.

Every time Mitch put his cock in his mother's cunt, he would whisper his intention of knocking her up into her ear.

Lorraine would take her son's cock down her throat, and let him cum in her belly, but only after he spilled his first load of seed in her womb. She loved the feeling her son gave her when he stretched her throat with his amazing cock.

The young man was insatiable. He could cum three or four times in a row.

Lorraine would have amazing orgasms as her son filled her womb with his baby batter. 

Their talk of becoming pregnant during sex was an incredible turn on for Lorraine. She loved the thrill that went with the risk of becoming a mother again. She would look in the mirror and imagine herself with a swollen stomach.

But now, six weeks after beginning their incestuous affair, the forty year old woman realized just how foolish she had been. She had gotten pregnant with her eighteen year old son's sperm.

Would Frank believe that he had fucked her while he was drunk? Would he believe that the baby growing in her womb was his?

The need to be made love to was so powerful, that Lorraine had refused to consider the consequences of allowing her son to cum in her unprotected womb. She wanted to give birth to Mitch's baby.

But as she stared at the positive result, the reality of what she had done set in. In her need to be sexually fulfilled, while satisfying Mitch's desire to impregnate her, she had done something that could destroy her son and herself.

If Frank didn't believe the baby was his, he would know that she had been having an affair. The question is, would he figure out who it was she had been impregnated by?

She looked at the clock on the wall.

Frank would be home any time now.

She would then have the frightening job of lying to Frank and telling him that she was pregnant with his child. She hoped that she could pull it off.

Would Frank accept that the baby is his? Or would he see through the lie and know she has been cheating on him. And if he knew she was lying, would he be able to figure out who the father was?

As Lorraine sat there, she looked down at her tummy. She slowly lifted the hem of her shirt and gazed at her flat belly. For the second time in her life she was carrying a child in her womb.

Only this time her first child had been the man who placed the life giving seed there.

Lorraine heard a key slide into the front door's lock. Fear shot through her heart. She forced herself to stand and face the door. She put on a phony smile and waited for her alcoholic to open the door.

Mitch walked into the living room. His face was filled with dread.

Lorraine stared at her son. "Honey, why are you home so early?"

He closed the door and approached his mother. He took her in his arms and gazed into her eyes.

Lorraine stared at her son's face. "What's wrong?" 

"Mom, the police came by work. It seems that Dad took off work early today. Apparently he stopped at a liquor store and bought a fifth of whiskey. He didn't wait until he got home to start drinking." 

Lorraine knew what her son was about to say next. But she remained quiet and let him finish.

Mitch caressed his mother's cheek as he continued. "According to someone who saw what happened, Dad had tipped the bottle up while driving. Apparently he didn't see the red light."

"Your father is dead, isn't he?"

Mitch nodded. "An eighteen wheeler slammed into the driver's side door of Dad's truck. The police say Dad died instantly."

"Is the other driver ok?"

Mitch nodded. "He's got a few minor injuries, but other than that he's fine."

Lorraine didn't know how to feel at that moment. She had been with her husband for two decades. But the last few years with her alcoholic husband had been a living hell. 

Now that he was dead, Lorraine was torn between grief, and the relief that she wouldn't have to live with the drunken lout any longer. She gazed into Mitch's eyes. "How are you holding up?"

Mitch shook his head. "I'm not sure what I should be feeling right now. The truth is I've been expecting this to happen for some time."

"Mitch, I'm going to tell you something that sounds awful. Please don't hate me for this, but in my eyes, your father died when he climbed into that damned whiskey bottle and never came out."

Mitch drew his mother into his arms and hugged her. "I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I'm in love with you. Besides, I've felt the same way for a long time."

Lorraine lifted her gaze to her son. She smiled up at him and then held up the pregnancy test.

Lorraine and Mitch knew they couldn't continue living where they were. 

As long as Frank was alive, they could continue their relationship in secret.

But with his death, there would be no way to explain why Lorraine was getting pregnant without people whispering behind their backs.

They sold the house, and moved to another state.

That move occurred four years ago.

At this moment Lorraine is sitting on the couch with her three year old son and her fifteen month old daughter in her lap. She is waiting for Mitch to come home from work so she can tell him the good news.

A home pregnancy test is sitting on the coffee table.

Lorraine has no idea how many more babies she will have. But she intends to let her son/husband continue to impregnate her until her womb finally dries up.



Family Night Ch. 02



Melinda sat back on her knees for a moment as she looked at the woman stretched out before her. A veritable feast to the eyes and her mouth and lips, she couldn't wait to touch and feel, to cause her lover even higher excitement than what she had been exhibiting. She knew all the buttons to push that could cause Em an easy and quick outlet for her passions or she could do what she was doing and take it slow and easy at her own leisure. Em wouldn't know what was coming and Melinda anticipated bringing her to fulfillment in her own time.

She leaned down and settled herself between Em's legs breathing in the aroma that had been washed away in the shower but was now emanating from between them again as a new supply was made. Already she could see beyond the moisture between her spread legs to a slight creaming that had begun. She bent to taste it and heard Em's indrawn breath at her first touch of her tongue. Her body reacted to it as she convulsed slightly, trying to grind against Melinda's agile little tongue. Melinda pulled back slightly, she was in control here and she was going to enjoy this at her pace. All of Em's orgasms tonight were at Melinda's discretion.

She reached underneath and squeezed Em's ass as she buried her nose and lips between her legs tasting and inhaling her very essence. She heard Em's sigh and groan of delight. She also felt additional wetness on her tongue. She reached up and pulled a pillow down that she slowly worked under the prone woman's ass to raise it further into the air and provide her with more easy access. Em didn't mind, she felt frustrated by the delay though. She wanted more, and soon. The next feel of Melinda's tongue on her crotch and she whimpered in need. Melinda smiled as she enjoyed what she was doing to Em.

Em felt like she was going out of her mind. She couldn't believe how aroused she was becoming. She also desperately wanted to touch Melinda her hands were already straining at the ties around her wrists. It was unconscious. She was used to giving as well as receiving. This waiting, this receiving only wasn't in her nature. She was enjoying it but it was driving her insane as well.

First one finger and then a second were thrust into Em's eager and wet body. Expertly Melinda maneuvered them unerringly to Melinda's G spot.

"Ohhh" she groaned in appreciation as she tried moving her hips to grind against the hand manipulating her.

Melinda didn't allow herself to be manipulated. She was going to make Em come in her own time. She could tell how easy it would be to make her do so but she wanted to prolong the feeling, to make her get a higher high as she played with her eager body. Her other hand crept up to play with the puckered and pointing tips of her breasts, another way to manipulate her body to that higher high. She used this free hand to not only play with her breasts but caress her way all over her body from her chest to down her body, over her hip, squeezing her ass, to her thighs and smooth legs. 

Em was becoming a little incoherent as she seriously considered begging to be allowed to come. She indicated in every way possible that she was ready and still Melinda played and manipulated her body leisurely. She was very wet and Melinda was lapping up what felt like quarts of fluid that she was gushing out of her body. Her lips and tongue rimmed around her fingers as they thrust and petted inside. As she began to lightly lick on Em's clit and lower lips she twitched her hips as much as her bonds would allow. Slowly but increasingly Melinda began thrusting harder and harder. She was going faster and faster and Melinda began to cry "Oh, OH, OHHH" in rhythm to the thrusts.  She began to really thrust hard and wild as she sucked on the exposed little clit sucking and mouthing it, adding to the wetness she was eagerly causing and sucking up. Em tasted delicious and Melinda could feel herself gushing from the manipulation of her girlfriend's body as she screwed her fingers into her royally.

"Oh my GOD" Em screamed as she arched violently from what Melinda was doing to her. "Oh MY GOD" she babbled incoherently as she began shuddering and wriggling as far as the bonds allowed.

Melinda was relentless as she continued to suck out every possible bit of liquid and excitement from her helpless body. She glanced up Em's straining body, seeing her nipples impossibly erect in her excitement, her muscles all clenched, her arms pulling beautifully against the bonds that held them. As the last of the orgasm died away she climbed up the prone body and added the heat of her body against her girlfriends as she came down from her high. 

At some point Melinda began to climb higher and planted her own wet crotch on her girlfriends open mouth where it had been gasping earlier to get enough oxygen into her lungs from the intensity of her orgasm. Immediately Em began using her tongue and lips to suck at the moisture she could smell, taste, and feel against her mouth. Melinda had been totally soused from her own arousal and it leaked down Em's chin as she tried to get it all but rimming the gaping hole she couldn't possibly get it all. She thrust her tongue in as far as she could wishing she could use her fingers to thrust deeper and her hand to squeeze the luscious ass she knew was on her chest. Melinda began grinding down on the helpless mouth, her head thrown back as she manipulated her own breasts and moved back and forth against her girlfriend's mouth.

Em couldn't suck up enough of the liquid that poured out of Melinda's excited body. Her face was a mess under the body that used her face relentlessly. The visual in her mind was getting her excited again and she felt her crotch getting wet again. She wanted to take Melinda but allowed herself to be taken in this way as she sensed Melinda's rising excitement. 

Suddenly Melinda pulled her crotch off of Em's eager tongue and mouth, an almost plopping sound was heard as the contact was separated and then Em groaned "nooo" as Melinda silenced almost immediately as she pivoted on her knee, threw it over her girlfriend's head and reversed herself in a 69 position. She laid her overheated body on her the sexy body stretched out on the bed, the visual causing her more excitement if that was possible.  She planted her mouth in the well-used pussy that was already creaming again at Em's arousal as her own pussy was being taken care of so well. Their groans, moans, slurping sounds could be heard throughout the bedroom as Melinda ground her body down on top of Em's own helpless one. The mask slipped slightly in Melinda's enthusiasm as her knee brushed it aside. Their excitement though was mutual and all-consuming as they both began to sense each other's immediate orgasm. Neither held off as they began to convulse against each other's mouth. They wrung out as much pleasure as possible as they could as each cried out in their feelings and emotions of the moment. Em recovered first as this was her second and still she licked and sucked everywhere she could reach with her tongue and lips. She could sense that Melinda was wiped out from their exertions and she pulled slightly harder on one of the ties and much to her relief the strain finally gave. One of her hands was free!

She immediately brought it to plunge into Melinda's overheated and prone body, sprawled on Em's tied and almost helpless one. If Melinda was surprised at this invasion she showed no sign of it as Em immediately took her back up the mountain of her orgasm. The last one had barely subsided before she was thrusting inside and manipulating her again into another one of almost equal intensity. Grunts and moans signaled that this one would be fast and furious and out of her control. Melinda stretched out her hands unconsciously and grabbed at Em's legs to steady herself as her face breathed in the aroma that had aroused her so, the wetness still leaking out but she was too absorbed in the feelings of her own body, the thrusting, the intensity that was rapidly building from the fullness of Em's fingers inside her.

"Gawd, gawd, DAMN!" she swore as she felt those intense feelings cause her body to convulse. Em watched from below as a pulse between Melinda's legs reacted to her thrusts and she timed them to correspond with it. She didn't realize that Melinda was practically dripping on her face, her chin, and her neck in her excitement.

Finally though they were both exhausted from their love play and lay their sprawled. Em silently below the now satiated Melinda who lay across her 'helpless' lover. Slowly, even slower than her lovemaking, Melinda began to become aware of her surroundings and make her limbs respond to mental commands as she slowly got up off Em. Leaning down she took advantage of Em's still tied body and except for the one hand that had somehow managed to slip loose, she caressed the now sweaty body and began to release the bonds that had tied her.

With a big sigh Em smiled up at her lover as she released her. Her eyes danced at what they had both just experienced. She could feel a twinge still in her pussy as she watched Melinda's tight little ass kneel to release her ankles. "How about a shower" she rasped from her dehydrated throat, with all the liquid she had swallowed she wondered at that.

Melinda grinned in anticipation at the idea of their shared shower as she reached out her hand to help her lover up off the bed and race her to the shower together; their love play had only begun. 

~The End~ K'Anne ;-P